Chapter 82 Take Good Care Of Her (Part Two)

He nodded and said in a serious tone, "I won't touch you!"

Cautiously taking off her clothes, Sherry trembled. She was as nervous as she was when she first slept with Jeremy. When she was only wearing her underwear, she stopped—refusing to take it off.

"Okay, I can wash up in this!" she insisted.

Holding back his laughter, he said, "Okay. You don't have to take it off if you don't feel comfortable."

Then he took her into the bathtub and started applying some body wash. Sherry asked, "What are you doing?"

Not knowing what to say, he mumbled, "I thought you were going to wash up?"

"I can do it myself." She then wiped off the body wash.

Upon seeing this, Jeremy didn't know what to do or feel.

As she scrubbed off the body wash, she muttered to herself, "You said you wouldn't touch me. You take advantage of me whenever I drink..."

More than anything, it seemed as if she was just talking to herself.

It didn't take long for Sherry to finish washing up. She even wanted to stay longer but it seemed that Jeremy was already getting impatient. He hastily helped her dry up before putting her back on the bed.

Only then did he leave to take a shower.

When he came out, Sherry had already fallen asleep.

When she woke up, her head was still throbbing. Sherry covered her head with one of her hands and turned her body only to find that she had been pressed up against Jeremy this entire time.

She opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Jeremy who was already awake.

"Good morning," she mumbled.

"Good morning," he said in a hoarse voice.

Sherry stared at him for a few seconds before abruptly sitting up, which cause

lationship so he couldn't afford to start a fight now.

"Don't underestimate me. I'll prove it to you. I won't give up no matter what and I certainly won't be working for you."

What position do you want? What kind of person did he think she was!

Hearing what she said, Jeremy pursed his lips and nodded. "Okay."

Even though he said only one word, it was evident in his tone how angry he was.

He just wanted her to relax. Why did she have to think of him like this?

Did she still want to work like this? Drink with her boss every day and then get drunk to go home? What if someone mistreated her? Who would protect her?

She was so naive to think that the world was that simple. Why was she misunderstanding him?

"I'm going to work," Sherry said lightly.

Jeremy lifted the quilt and got out of bed as well. "I'll drive you to work."

She wanted to refuse so bad.

However, she knew it wasn't reasonable for her to do so. Judging from the tone of his voice just now, she could tell how displeased he was.

She didn't want to quarrel with him in the early morning so she just put up with it.